"Mama's royal bottom," Rial corrects, but he's still grinning. "And, my beautiful princess, a very fine royal bottom it is."
Possibly there is a hand poking around in the (tiny) space between their bodies, looking for said bottom.
"Anyway, Daddy knows that Ianna would just love a baby brother or sister, hmm?" He looks at her. "A little prince or princess?"
Ianna turns her head to look at him, then looks at Plourr. And then at the bantha in her hand.
She may not have a good throwing arm yet, but it looks like her aim comes from her mother as she opens her fingers and drops the now slightly sticky be'moustached bantha in her father's hair.
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Date: 2009-02-28 06:22 am (UTC)Possibly there is a hand poking around in the (tiny) space between their bodies, looking for said bottom.
"Anyway, Daddy knows that Ianna would just love a baby brother or sister, hmm?" He looks at her. "A little prince or princess?"
Ianna turns her head to look at him, then looks at Plourr. And then at the bantha in her hand.
She may not have a good throwing arm yet, but it looks like her aim comes from her mother as she opens her fingers and drops the now slightly sticky be'moustached bantha in her father's hair.
And giggles because, again. Her mother's child.